Inside the meeting place of the Heaven Mystery Pavilion, only the sound of the swaying wind could be heard. The room started to heat up due to the vapor of untouched hot tea slowly evaporating inside the small courtyard.
Pavilion Master Zhu Tai rapidly swallowed his cold tea with trembling hands, then proceeded to take many deep and long breaths.
Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.
He asked. "Master, did you calculate the reason? And what should our next step of action be?"
"Supreme Elder, we did not offend the Dao Opening Sect and had no enmity with them. Why did they want to destroy us?"
"I did not manage to calculate their reason for taking action against us," said Old Chu. "As for our plan of action, we only have two variable options. First is to ask help from our allies and see if they are willing to help or at least put pressure on the Dao Opening Sect."
